Georgia's POV
Before I could say a word—protest, decline, tease… not that I had any real intention of stopping him—Nick scooped me up into his arms, effortlessly, as always. Princess style. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, my pulse already racing.
"I haven't showered yet," I murmured, watching him closely, testing if he'd hesitate… if this heat between us could be doused by something as mundane as that.
But his eyes didn't even flicker to mine. They were locked ahead, dark and determined. "So?" he replied coolly, pushing the door open with his shoulder.
Click.
The sound of the door locking behind us sent a jolt down my spine. There was no turning back now.
"I might not smell that great," I pushed again, almost playfully, trying to provoke a reaction, just to see what he'd do.
